A barn owl mist

A barn owl mist.

I gave the view out of the window one last look before drawing the curtains on the day.

Then....

I'd seen plenty of mist but never like this.

A pearly shawl draped over atmosphere. It was as if all the particles in all the gaps  had been painted white. A dream of mist. 

Thick enough to hide secrets.

To lose memories in.

Maybe it had vented up from an underworld of snow's afterlife.

It looked barely real -  dry ice pumped onto a stage. but as a herald for what....

Then I saw it.

A crack must have opened to let the barn owl in 

white side up

ghost side down

mothborne from another world

An owl's vapour Slipped into it, tilted out of it. Became it. An owl made from it..

Fog matadored bird, that created then dissolved back into murk. A dance of back and forth.

Just as the owl was a mist owl so the mist was a barn owl mist.  

As if there were a cloud - essence of  barn owl swirling over the ground. 

So concentrated at its core that it manifested

a pirouetting

butterflying

hawkmothing

folding air into feathers

turning on a heartbeat 

flying to the moon and back....

barn owl

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